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Kim zooerotic stories youtube channel The Bellyrider From Weimar I. The Baroness Oder River, June 1945 The Russian officer closed the documents folder with some disgust. “Baroness von Bulow? I am afraid, madam, that you sin doubly. Not only do you presume to use the old titles but also you are a German.” “Not only German, sir, Prussian by marriage. I appreciate you using the old style wording,” she said in perfect Russian. The woman was in her forties. She was haughty. Her cheekbones stood out, evidence of emaciation. The events of the last few months had given her a feral, look. “What do you mean?” The woman looked briefly around the room. They were alone except for the colonel’s aide. “You said ‘madam’, as befits and officer and a gentleman, like someone raised in pre-revolutionary Russia,” she said in French. The officer, a colonel of the guards, nodded and turned to his aide. “Captain, please leave us alone for a moment.” The colonel served himself a glass of vodka but did not offer the woman any. The woman noticed that he was missing one hand. “Let us be frank…madam. You seek passage to the west, to the American sector.” “The British will do. I have no liking for the French.” “As I was saying, you seek this passage for you and a group of refugees that followed you from the area of Posen.” “Yes, that is right. They belong to my husband’s estate.” “In other words, they were peasants held as property in the land of a Junker.” “My husband, before he returned to his regiment, instructed me to prepare the evacuation. He did not believe the assurances that came from the gauletiers that your army would be stopped. He knew the war was lost.” The officer opened the folder again. “Ah yes, your husband, a general in the Waffen SS. His division was destroyed at the Vistula. I heard he was captured and shot as a war criminal.” She paled for a moment. It was the first news she had of her husband’s fate. “My husband was inducted into the SS after July 20. And he was a convalescent, colonel, he could barely walk. I am sure you understand what that means. He really did not have to return to his division. Yet he did. I had to obey his instructions to the best of my ability. It was the least I could do.” “You organized the evacuation of your estate. And you managed to make your way through our spearheads.” “I started with 300 persons, civilians, mostly elderly, women, and children, colonel. Yes, we met your spearheads. The elderly and the children died quickly. I only can show20 survivors now, mostly men. Few women survived the mass rapes. I was fortunate to be one, colonel.” The officer lit a cigarette and looked at her fixedly through narrowed eyes. “You are Russian, madam.” “Yes, colonel, I am Russian, originally from St. Petersburg. I left the Motherland after the Great War.” “Leningrad,” he corrected her in a soft voice. “Yes, Leningrad.” “You are a White Russian exile and you married a Prussian nobleman.” “It’s a long story colonel.” “I should have you shot right away…madam…as a traitor and enemy of the people.” The colonel gave a couple of puffs to his cigarette and took another drink from his glass. He muttered briefly and threw his cigarette on the floor and put it out with his boot. Then he pulled paper and wrote a quick note and stamped it. He pushed it in front of her with his one hand. “Go on, whoever you really are. This gives you free passage for you and your group to the American lines. Do not stop! I don’t want to see you again, do you understand? Get out before I change my mind!” ***** II. Marina Berlin 1923 There were two nude women laid in a mat in a stage engaged in tribadism. The two were trying, somehow unsuccessfully, to perform to the frenzied rhythm of the Black Jazz orchestra playing. There was a desperate urgency in their coupling, as if they were seeking one last orgasm before dying. One was a blond German woman and the other one was a tall, dark woman with a bodysuit tattoo and Eurasian features. Truth is the audience barely paid them any attention. Spectacles like these were common at the “Grand Duke”, a cabaret preferred by the White Russian exile population. In a dark corner that gave a good view of the premises sat Turgenev, the owner. An oily man approached and sat across the table from Turgenev. His bodyguard, the massive ex guardsman Isidor, frowned at the intrusion. Turgenev waved to Isidor and the interloper did not have his throat cut. “You have five minutes of my time, Popov,” warned Turgenev. “Use them wisely.” “I found her, the one you asked me to find. She is barely 18, perhaps 19, Mikhail Fedorovich,” explained Popov. “And she is beautiful I suppose. Have you had her?” asked Turgenev. “Certainly! She is very stuck up, however.” “Ah, another grand duchess that gives herself airs and eats from the gutters?” “More or less, Mikhail Feodorovich. I don’t know if she was noble, though.” “So? She is probably a daughter of the commercial bourgeoisie that gives her the airs of a lady in waiting to the Tsarina herself! Popov, there are probably fifty true grand duchesses on the alley next to this establishment, some of them quite beautiful creatures. They all ran away from our dear Mother Russia with only their clothes on their backs. And if they are not so hungry as to bite off my dick and eat it they all will willingly give me a blowjob and swallow my semen just for the nourishment. So, what is so special about this girl?” “Well, for one, she has a large cunt, a pretty deep one. I put my hand inside her and she did not even flinch. Well, only a bit.” “Go on.” “She has survived, I grant her that. It was not the first time she fucked in exchange for a piece of bread.” “You got her cheap, Popov.” “Alas, I am not a rich man, Mikhail Feodorovich, and times are tough. That was all I could offer her. And she did take it.” The music had stopped. The main spectacle was about to start. “You have only one more minute, Popov.” “She has lovely, long, legs, very strong.” “Ah, ballerina training! That is good. I am a ballet aficionado myself. Go on.” “We talked. I was thinking of pimping her. With some nice rags she could fetch a good price in some circles. Anyways, I thought of your establishment. I showed her the sketches Marina had made, you know which ones. She was interested. I queried her. She is willing to try.” “And you say she has a big cunt?” “Yes, a pretty good sized one. You would not guess on such a girl. She is mostly legs. Not much in tits. A nice ass, though.” The two naked women on the stage had now produced a thick steel rod about six feet long and inserted one end into each other’s cunt. They lay on the mat furiously trying to push it deeper into each other clutching it with their cunts and thrusting with their hips. The orchestra had stopped playing. The lights were focused on their nude sweaty bodies. This time they had gotten the attention of the audience which watched the spectacle fascinated, issuing only occasional gasps. The only other sound was that of the two women grunting and cursing as they squirmed frenziedly on the mat. “Is she healthy?” asked Turgenev somewhat skeptically watching the obscene spectacle. “I noticed no chancres and no tubercular coughing, Mikhail Feodorovich. She is, of course, mostly bones. She could use some fattening.” “Well, if Marina survives her bout tonight she could train her.” “Marina never loses, Mikhail Feodorovich.” “I always make a point of betting against her. And I tell her I do. It’s a perverse pleasure of mine.” Suddenly the blond girl screamed. The tall dark tattooed woman apparently had a tighter, stronger, grip on the rod and drove it deeper and mercilessly into her opponent. The German girl was now howling and squirming with pain. The tall dark tattooed woman disengaged from the pole and stood up triumphant. She had driven at least two feet of the pole into the other girl’s gut. Its tip probably nested in her chest, behind her breasts. The audience applauded and cheered. “Marina has won, again,” announced Popov. “Well, I lose again,” admitted Turgenev laughing. “Damn! Marina ought to be happy.” The blond woman had fainted or was dead. There was blood pooling under her. A couple of attendants picked her up still without removing the rod driven inside her and placed her in a tarpaulin. The lights dimmed as she was roughly handled and rolled her into the tarpaulin and hauled away leaving a trail of blood and body fluids. Only her bare feet and the other end of the rod could be seen. Another attendant spread sawdust on the stage to absorb the blood. “That’s five girls she has impaled this winter,” noted Turgenev. “She is costing me a fortune.” “You will win one of these days, Mikhail Feodorovich. No one survives for long the impalement contests.” “Marina has. Her cunt is amazing. She could let herself be impaled if she wanted.” Meanwhile the tall dark tattooed woman basked in the admiration of the crowd and held a bouquet of roses a fan had provided. She strode through the audience shamelessly displaying her nude tattooed body, letting the crowd caress and poke it. Her cunt was cavernous and the labia were thick and engorged and she could will them to open wide and then closed tight, evidence of her strong pelvic muscles. Then she headed to Turgenev’s table and sat next to Popov and lit a cigarette. The smell of the cigarette, which was not that of tobacco, mixed her with her strong, not unpleasant, smell, which was more like that of a predatory beast. A waiter arrived with a bottle of champagne and served her. “Marina,” said Turgenev, “meet Valentin Andrievich Popov, an old friend. We two were in Brusilov’s staff.” Marina offered his hand, which Popov kissed. She seemed bored and handed the bouquet to the waiter for disposition. “Marina, Popov has a girl for you.” Upon hearing this, the tall dark tattooed woman’s eyes seemed to glow in the half darknes

Chapter 1– Enrique winced painfully. This was the first time in his life that anything had been put into his butt anything bigger than his own finger. And that had only been when he had been experimenting during masturbation. No, this wasn’t small, like a finger, this was a full-sized erect horse cock. Enrique’s two sisters, Enez and Catalina had been tormenting him all afternoon. Ever since that morning when they found out he had a crush on Catalina’s friend, Maria, his life had been hell. Brazil was always a warm place for him and his family to live, but he felt like he was on fire. Maria was a few years older and quite a bit more mature than Enrique. She was almost as tall at Enrique but Enrique was scared to death of her. She was beautiful and quick witted. She definitely kept Enrique on his toes each time she would whip through the living room of their family’s modest home. Enrique would try to study and Maria would poke fun at him. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. So when he let it slip to his sister’s they immediately saw how greatly he felt for her, and that was all they needed to make him their slave. Enrique’s Mother was a belly rider and would be gone for days at a time with her horse. Enrique had never known his mother in any other way. He had long ago learned that she loved her husband as a friend and to help her produce children, but had taken a horse as her true lover. It wasn’t common for women to do this in his village. Most of the women who became belly riders did so without taking a husband. Enrique’s mother wanted children and her husband wanted Enrique’s Mother, in whatever way she would have him. She only left her saddle when she absolutely had to. Earlier in life she had managed to spend enough time out from under her horses to have sex with her husband. Enrique’s Dad loved his wife more than anything and was willing to put up with her curious obsession. She eventually bore him three children and then decided the rest of her life was to be devoted to her true lovers. She spent every available waking moment milking it’s huge cock with her tiny body. Catalina had begun her belly riding classes too. She was getting to be quite good, but had opted not join the belly riding school until following year. That gave her plenty of time to torment her 18 year old brother after he stupidly announced his interest in her best friend. Catalina had immediately come up with a rather cruel punishment for trusting in her. Catalina immediately told Enrique that she was going to tell Maria. Entrique’s eyes widened and he pleaded with her not to. Catalina and Enez both realized that he was theirs. They contemplated loudly what they should ask him to do for them. Catalina got a perverse idea. She told him that her horse had not been ridden all day and that she didn’t plan on riding him. She told Enrique that he must ride her horse for her. Enrique didn’t think that sounded so bad, until he realized what she meant. She meant under the horse. He figured it wouldn’t be a big deal, they’d just strap him in, and make fun of him for a little while and then let him go. The girls even promised that he wouldn’t even have to take off his clothes. Finally, worn down, Enrique agreed. Enez felt that he gave in a little too easily but it didn’t sink in at that moment. Both girls laughed and giggled until they finally got settled. They got him into her Catalina’s saddle. They strapped his legs and feet in and there he swung, under a horse, with his hands and feet bound. He pronounced that he did what they asked, now they had to promise not to tell Maria. That’s when Catalina went into the house. Enrique was puzzled, but felt uneasy. His sisters weren’t being especially nice to him. Enez was poking fun at him while Catalina walked back from the house. Enrique noticed something glinting in her hand. It was a pair of sizzors. Enrique tried to fight against the restraints, but they were far too strong for him to get away. Catalina returned with a smile on her face. Despite his protests she began to cut away his clothes. After several minutes of fighting, she finally freed him of everything but his socks, shoes and his underwear. Enez began to undo his shoes as Catalina asked, “Should we take his underwear too?” Enez laughed and said sure. Enrique felt the last of his clothes finally get freed from his body. There he was, naked and bound to a horse. “Now” said Catalina, “Time to take him inside of you, so you can be a real belly rider.” Enrique didn’t have a vagina. He had had plenty of opportunities to see his mother’s and Catalina’s vagina on display as they had sex with their horses, and he didn’t see how this would work. Catalina said, “You do have a hole, and that’s where his penis will go.” Enrique frowned until he figured it out. His sister intended for him to let the horse have anal sex with him. Enrique protested, but the more he protested the more the threats increased. Finally they said they would take him straight to Maria the way he was if he didn’t take the horse. Enrique couldn’t imagine that, so he reluctantly agreed. That’s when the pain started. Enrique felt his sister trying to force the giant horse penis into his tiny anus. Enrique shouted and told her to stop. Catalina stood up and frowned. She had an idea and ran into the house, leaving Enrique, naked under the horse, with Enez standing over him. She snuck a peak at his tiny penis and balls. He was obviously scared and not turned on at all, because it was cold and without much work he could have had an inny. After a few moments Catalina returned with something else in her hand. The large tub of petroleum jelly would make the job much easier. He felt his sister’s hand touch his anus tentatively, and then with a little more force. After a few rubs she began to push a finger inside of Enrique’s buttocks. Enrique twisted and tried to get away again, but they threatened to go to Maria again, and he calmed down. She continued. When she was thoroughly convinced that her little brother was completely lubed up she began to do the same to the horse. She lubed up the stallion’s huge cock head and shaft. Then she began to push the head against Enrique’s exposed buttocks. After some more wincing Enrique felt the head began to push into him. It was horribly painful, but he couldn’t imagine Maria seeing him so he went along with it. He even pushed back just to get the pain over with. Finally the huge horse head popped into him with a searing pain. Enrique winced and grimaced as the huge head pushed deeper into him. Enrique couldn’t believe he had managed to get that giant horse penis into him. He wasn’t gay and had never even thought about having sex with another man, but a horse was different. It seemed less wrong somehow. Finally after a few seconds he began to relax a little. It didn’t hurt as bad once he started to relax. Catalina stood up and smiled. “There!” She was obviously very proud of her work. “Now let’s walk you around. My horse needs his exercise.” Enrique didn’t like the sound of this, and the first few steps proved to be very painful as the thick horse flesh giggled and worked back and forth in his highly lubricated ass. His sisters continued to poke fun at him, telling him he looked cute like that and if Enrique didn’t start relaxing they would tell Maria. Enrique did start relaxing. There was no way for him not to. He was dizzy from being upside down, and the massive cock in him and the fact that he was naked was all too much for him. Despite himself he began to have an erection. Not just any erection, but the hardest erection he had ever had. It was painful and throbbing and engorged with a crimson red color. The skin of his member was shiny because it was so taught. Enez was the first to notice. “Look, Catalina! He likes it!” The girls fell all over themselves laughing at Enrique’s predicament. Enrique could feel his testicles tightening. The more he fought his body’s feelings the more he was at the horse’s mercy. The huge penis in his butt was rubbing against his prostate and it didn’t take much to arouse him at that age. He began to shake as he held it in as hard as he could. Even though nothing was touching his penis, he was on the brink of an intense orgasm. His whole body tensed and shook and before he could yell to have them stop the horse his butt flexed and he erupted. Streams of hot white sperm exploded from his 18 year old body. It gushed in waves after waves, hitting the belly of the horse, and spurting all over his chest and stomach. It was like it would never end. As if it wasn’t embarrassing enough that he was getting extreme enjoyment from being sexually stimulated by a horse penis, his body betrayed him again by having a very prolonged orgasm openly in front of his own sisters. Rope after rope released from his body, against his will. It was the most powerful orgasm he had had in his life. His body finally began to relax, but he could still feel his anus pulsating even a minute later. The girls thought that was amazing and laughed as the sperm dripped off of the horse’s belly and back onto Enrique’s already cum soaked stomach. He was a complete mess. The girls giggled insanely. It was just too much fun, they had to do it again. Enrique pleaded with them not to. But just like before his sisters walked him around in circles ignoring his protests. After another ten minutes his erection returned. The dizzying effect of swinging under the horse made him totally loose his sense of direction. He wondered how his sister and mother had learned to steer the horses from underneath. He had no idea where he was anymore. His penis seemed to be his only driving factor at this point. It was hard and it needed affection. It was covered in sperm, and the sperm from his stomach and chest had streamed uncomfortably around and down his sides and now dripped off of him and dried on his naked body. The drying semen was about to get replac